Lindsay Anderson

Kina Lindsay Anderson

"It's okay, honey, you've got this." Mom said, gently. "You are ready.""You've got this, girl." My best friend, Grace, smiled. "All you have to do is believe that you do.""They are right, missie." Rhoda, my physical thera-pist, smiled. "Why don't you try to stand up and walk a little bit while holding on to the support bars?""Sounds good." I replied, taking a deep breath, holding on to the bars, and slowly and gently lifting myself up from my wheel-chair.